The sun is rising high up
To a lion in disguise.
We've just changed these constellations
To make them better in our eyes.
But we're all just dropping anchor
Swimming with the fishes I go by.
The faster we swim on
The faster we will die.
Oh oh oh oh
There's fire from the sky
Burning up our linen
To make us feel alive
Capsizing in the motions
We live but cannot die.
I'm rising high up
Feeling better then the sky
These roots will remain where they're at
As the ants go marching by.
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